No matter how Feng Qing and Fang Jiang persuaded him, Fang Zheng insisted on following Uncle Lu Er to the town alone.

"My husband, give it." Before leaving, Feng Qing secretly stuffed the silver left in the last sale of the purse to Fang Zheng, "I see that your rice paper is gone, you can buy some."

"You keep it yourself." Fang Zheng smiled, pinched Feng Qing's soft hair, and raised the cloth bag in his hand, "I have copied more this time, so the shopkeeper should give you more. Don't worry, it's enough to keep it."

After a pause, Fang Zheng reminded him, "Don't embroider for too long. There is a small bag of hibiscus cake in the second box on the left side of my desk. If you are hungry, eat some."

"Well, then you should be careful too."

The two people who were separated did not realize that their appearance of farewell was no different from that of the intimate couple.

Fang Jiang, who wanted to remind Fang Zheng, smiled and led Wenhao and Wenya back to the east room.

At the gate of the courtyard, he turned around and went back until Fang Zheng could not see it.

Qin Shufen stretched her head, with steamed buns stuffed in her mouth, and teased vaguely: "Third brother and sister, I didn't expect that you had only been married for a few days and your relationship was so good. Don't worry, the third brother used to go to the town alone, so there was nothing serious."

"No, no," Feng Qing waved his hand quickly, his ears began to get hot.

"Oh," Qin Shufen sighed, "My Erlang doesn't know when will he come back. If it weren't for the fact that he had such a person in his arms, I wouldn't have been separated from him for so long."

Feng Qing smacked her tongue, but she didn't expect that the ancients were so bold.

"Eating can't block your mouth. Have you washed your clothes? How many days have you been piled up?" Fang Jiang stood at the door of the east house with his waist and shouted at Qin Shufen.

You can't let your second wife lead the third family.

Qin Shufen retracted her head in disgrace, "Mom, I haven't finished eating yet. Your grandson doesn't let me wash it. As soon as I wash the clothes, he will kick me."

"No one is as lazy as you, get out of here."

Unlike the noise of the Fang family, the person sitting in the ox cart was closing his eyes to rest. Uncle Lu Er straightened his hat and shouted to the person behind, "Sanlang, sit firmly, I'm going to speed up."

"Um."

Uncle Lu waved his whip and the car turned.

After only two steps, there were shouts coming from behind.

"Uncle Lu Er, wait for me, I'm going to the town too."

Uncle Lu Er turned around strangely, "Who called me?"

When he saw the person behind him, he stopped the car, "Sister Jing?"

She has never respected herself so much.

In the past, when did you see me not having my head raised?

Thinking of the rumors in the village, Uncle Lu looked at Fang Zheng, "Sanlang, what should you do?"

They are all from the same village, and they are still a junior. Besides, Sister Jing is also the daughter of the village chief. It is reasonable and it is hard for Uncle Lu to refuse.

"Uncle Lu, let her come." Fang Zheng couldn't see Uncle Lu's embarrassment, he replied.

While the two were talking, Sister Jing had already arrived. She held a small bag and said breathlessly: "Uncle Lu, it's almost the Chinese New Year. I'll go to the street to buy something. Can you take me on the way?"

"Oh, yes, yes." So polite, Uncle Lu nodded quickly, "Then come up quickly."

Sister Jing'er's eyes never left Fang Zheng. She got into the car carefully, sat opposite Fang Zheng, blushing and greeted, "Brother Fang Zheng, how are you in good health?"

After saying that, before Fang Zheng answering, he said, "I heard you almost happened yesterday."

Her eyes were red, "I was worried that I hadn't sleep all night."

Fang Zheng looked at him without squinting his eyes and his voice was light, "I'm fine."

"Why is it okay?" Jing Jie'er hasn't looked at Fang Zheng so close for a long time. Her eyes were glued to Fang Zheng's face, and she couldn't bear to leave for a moment. "Look, your face is much worse than before."

As she said that, she opened the bag, took out her purse, and handed it to Fang Zheng, "This is the money I have saved over the years. I have two taels of money. Can you buy a few pairs of medicines and I will save some next time."

"Thank you." Fang Zheng moved to the side and said, "My wife gave it to me when I went out."

This was the first time Fang Zheng called Feng Qing so intimately in front of outsiders. He was not as embarrassed as he imagined, but his heart was more of an unknown sweetness.

"You are lying." Jing Jie'er handed the purse forward again, "If she really gave it to you, how could you drag your sick body to copy books for someone? I went to the shop to ask, copying books is tiring and unable to make money, and copying a book only costs fifty copper coins, so how can you support her?"

Frowning, Fang Zheng interrupted her unhappily, "My wife doesn't need me to raise her. On the contrary, it is her wife who is raising me. I don't want to hear anything slandering her again in the future. She is very good, and I'm lucky to marry her."

Fang Zheng had never had such a big emotional reaction in front of others. Jing Jie'er was a woman, or someone who liked Fang Zheng, and the person who loved her was still justified in praise of another woman in front of her. Jing Jie'er felt that her heart was bleeding.

"Brother Fang Zheng, where is she good? You have fallen in love with her in just a few days?" Jing Jie'er suddenly stood up, and she stuffed her purse into Fang Zheng's bag, "I will wait for you, I will keep waiting."

In front, Uncle Lu's scalp was numb, and he seemed to have heard something amazing.

Just now, he knew that Sister Jing would dare to come over, so he left soon.

Little did he know that Sister Jing was staring at the door of the Fang family before dawn, and he couldn't escape it.
Chapter completed!